Sorcha winces a little at the heat blooming in her cheeks. She sighs before starting the introductions. “Charlie, this is Jason, son of Tyr. Father asked me to show him around. And Jason, this is Charlie, son of Loki. Who did not confirm my assumption that he knows perfectly well that I’m more than capable of taking care of myself,” she glares at Charlie. 

Khalida’s eyes widen. “Holy ancients. Please pinch me. But wait..” she hesitates before asking, her brow furrowing a little. “I’m.. I'm dyslexic, so does that explain why I seem to be able to read Greek? And what about the hydra I.. suppose I fought? And my mother? Does she know I’m here?” She sighs when none of her questions are answered and follows Arty with a polite smile. “No thank you, i don’t think i can eat tonight.” In fact, she feels a bit nauseous, dizzy as her head overloads with unanswered questions.